lying          
           in   my   room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
     something  poking  my  left hand, 
                 something      slimy, 
      slithering  around  the fingers, 
          up   the    arm.          
 is  it   drug-fueled  apathy?         
         i   don't   move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever  it is that's tasting me,    
 it   moves   further    up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
             looks    like   seagrass. 
        it's   kinda  cute.         
                                 
     once  it's  up my neck  and on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
       the texture is like  that  of a 
 juicy                          grape, 
     and the squish  tastes like sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck   more    of   it   in.          
             chew    it.            
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
     apathy  gone,  i   sit  up.      
      the tendrils are  stuck under   
    my shirt,    entering by  the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the  collar.    
   this  makes it hard  for me  to push 
 more   of  it   in   my   mouth.       
   i make to  remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally protests when i try  to 
 move    my     left     arm.           
     so  -   eating  it  is  ok,      
        moving it is  not.